Zhang Shiqian didn't know what Wan Feng was up to, but he still followed Wan Feng to a small building in the corner of the parking lot.
"Come in and take a look, then you'll know what I'm doing now." Wan Feng made a gesture of invitation.
Zhang Shiqian was very confused to see the doors and windows of the small building closed in the middle of summer. What kind of confidential project was this?
Zhang Shiqian walked into the small building without any pretense.
On the first floor of the small building, there were about a dozen people wearing work clothes who looked like workers gathered together, tinkering with something.
Two ceiling fans on the top of the small building were spinning non-stop, and there were oscillating electric fans blowing on some tables.
The temperature in the small building is acceptable.
Zhang Shiqian didn't pay attention to what the workers were doing together. His attention was attracted by a model.
This is a model that seems to be made of a special kind of clay, standing quietly in the corner of the room.
Motorcycle!
Zhang Shiqian, who is a motorcycle agent himself, would know this.
Zhang Shiqian walked to the motorcycle model in two or three steps and walked around it several times.
This motorcycle model is obviously different from the Jiangwei 50 that he represents. It is not only longer but also taller than the Jiangwei 50, giving people a solid feeling.
"Xiao Wan, is this the motorcycle you are developing now? What kind of motorcycle is this?"
"AX100."
"AX100? Never heard of it?"
Unless you have been to Ribenxianggang, you have probably never heard of it.
"What are the characteristics of this 100?"
"It's a two-stroke engine with mixed oil combustion, absolutely durable. It has a four-speed cycle, can carry a load of 300 kilograms, has a top speed of 150 kilometers per hour, and consumes 4 liters of fuel per 100 kilometers." Anyway, Zhang Shiqian didn't know, so Wan Feng was just talking nonsense.
"The most important thing is that this is a real motorcycle. Compared to it, the 50 motorcycle is just a toy."
Zhang Shiqian perked up: "Brother, when do you think this motorcycle will be available on the market?"
"It depends on when the engine is successfully developed. If the engine is successful today, I can launch it tomorrow."
"When will the engine be successful?"
Wan Feng pointed to the people gathered in a circle and said, "We have just assembled the prototype."
Zhang Shiqian went up behind the masters and watched them making gestures towards a silver engine in the middle.
This engine is obviously two times larger than the one on the 50 motorcycle. It sits quietly on the ground, and a bearded master is installing the cylinder head.
Zhang Shiqian rolled his eyes twice, stood up and pulled Wan Feng out of the building.
"Brother, this motorcycle should be very expensive, right?"
This motorcycle is obviously much more advanced than the 50 motorcycle, but it also means that it is expensive to produce. Similarly, a high cost means a high selling price, and a high selling price also means high profits.
He initially estimated that the profit from this motorcycle would be more than 500 yuan, and it might even reach 1,000 yuan. This was far from the scale of making 120 yuan by selling a 50-yuan motorcycle.
Wan Feng nodded. "Its price is not comparable to the 50. The cost alone is more than the retail price of four or five 50 units."
Zhang Shiqian gasped. The cost of a car was only five or six thousand! How much would it sell for?
"So how much will it sell for when it goes on the market?"
"About eight or nine thousand."
"It's so expensive! Can this be sold?"
Wan Feng looked at Zhang Shiqian like he was an idiot. "If an ordinary person were to say this, it would be normal. But coming from an international trader like you, it's not right. Do you think this thing will fail to sell?"
Of course it can be sold, and the demand still exceeds supply.
Zhang Shiqian has been dealing in this for many years, and he doesn't understand why some of the products are so popular. Their prices are clearly far beyond people's actual income, and he thought they were impossible to sell. But now, they are being sold like floods.
Take the VCR, which is becoming popular nowadays, for example. At five or six thousand yuan a unit, it is not a necessity in life, but it is sold anyway, and its sales volume is booming.
I don't know who bought them.
"Hey, brother, if you've finished researching this motorcycle, how about letting me be the agent for the southern part of the motorcycle?"
Zhang Shiqian has made a lot of money in recent years by trading products from the Wahaha area.
Especially the Jiangwei 50 motorcycle, which was in short supply. As soon as a batch was brought back, it was sold out. He even thought about opening a factory in the south after tinkering with the village.
Now seeing the motorcycle that Wan Feng was developing, he quickly sensed that another opportunity to make a fortune had arrived.
Wan Feng didn't directly answer Zhang Shiqian's question. Instead, he rubbed his stomach and said, "Oh, I didn't eat breakfast. How come I'm hungry before noon?"
How could you be hungry at nine o'clock?
"What a coincidence! I didn't eat breakfast this morning. How about we go get something to eat? I'll treat you."
"Bullshit! It's not the middle of the night, so what's the point of eating? It would be convenient if I had instant noodles at this time. I can make a bowl of noodles and last until noon."
Zhang Shiqian understood. I was wondering why this idiot brought him to see the motorcycle. It turns out I was waiting for him here.
Isn't this as obvious as lice on a bald man's head? If the instant noodle equipment is not sold to him at the scrap price, the agency rights of the motorcycle will be in trouble.
Zhang Shiqian patted Wan Feng on the shoulder and said, "Brother, let's not beat around the bush, okay? I bought that instant noodle machine for 100,000 yuan. How about I give it to you without adding a cent?"
"Oh! Is scrap so expensive in Dongguang? I estimate that the instant noodle equipment only weighs three or four tons. In Dongguang, the price of scrap is more than 20,000 yuan per ton? Tomorrow I decided to collect the scrap from all the scrap companies in Hongya and transport it to your Dongguang. I estimate that this trip will make a hundred thousand or eighty thousand without any pressure. This is more profitable than my motorcycle research. My motorcycle research requires countless manpower and funds, and I don't know when I will succeed. It's so much more difficult to deal in this stuff..."
"Okay, okay, stop imagining things. I've earned your trust with 80,000, right?"
"There's still a future in dealing in scrap in Dongguang."
"It's really 80,000! My brother said the scrap price is the same as the price that scrap companies charge for scrap metal!"
"Although it's not the price that scrap metal companies charge for it, but 80,000 is definitely not enough. I estimate 50,000 or 60,000 at most."
"Fifty or sixty thousand? I'll take whatever you have. Eighty thousand is not a penny less. Any less and I'll lose my wife. How about this, eighty thousand! I'll give you a Panasonic VCR."
"Oh! You still have this thing in your hand?"
Zhang Shiqian was very proud.
"Do you have any kind of belt?" Wan Feng asked with a lewd look on his face.
"What belt?"
"It's just a life entertainment film."
"You know all this?"
"Bring a few copies of the machine with you so my wife and I can study."
"You can talk so confidently about that? What about my motorcycle agency rights?"
"It depends on the quality of the tape. If it's good, there's no problem. If it's not, you just need to do more research."
What's the quality of this? As long as you can see the parts clearly, that's all.
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